NOTES: All characters are fictional, consenting adults over the age of 18, and this story takes place in an established loving relationship. Please remember consent is always required, and can be rescinded, so keep checking, folks.
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The knock on the door was not the usual, familiar rhythm. Instead, three firm, slow, ominous raps resonated through the hallway.
Was it him? She was expecting him, but the unusual knock sowed doubt in her mind... perhaps it was somebody else? Grateful that she had decided at the last minute not to greet him in only her dressing gown, Lola opened the door -- and then opened her eyes wide.
"Miss Lola Night?"
There he stood, dressed in dark slacks, a blue shirt and a dark blue tie, holding a badge, looking for all the world like a police officer, and not a very accommodating one at that.
"Sergeant Slammer, city police. I'd like to ask you some questions about a parking ticket."
Lola's mind sprang back to the day before, when she had in fact been horrified to find a parking ticket on her car at the railway station.
"May I come in?" he continued. "You might prefer this to happen in private, not on the street."
What was he planning? Her mind started to race - and not only her mind.
"Of course, Sergeant... please come in." She began to play along, although she wasn't yet sure what she was playing along with. He stepped inside, and she closed the door behind them.
As soon as her back was turned, he seized her from behind, and in a flash and two metallic clicks, he handcuffed her hands behind her back.
"Miss Lola Night, you are under arrest for parking without due care and attention. You are not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say may be taken down and used as evidence against you."
At this point he was holding her by her upper arm and escorting her forcibly into the dining room. Shocked by the suddenness and slickness of his maneuver, and just as impressed, Lola found nothing to say, but she started to feel aroused by his forcefulness, his inventiveness and the prospect of what was sure to come soon.
He pushed her against the wall, her back to him, and then let her go, moving backwards to observe whether she would dare to move. She did not.
"The mayor is cracking down on parking criminals like you, Miss Night. He's tired of people parking in his space, so he's throwing the book at anyone with a ticket. It used to be just a fine, but not any more. Now it's community service, hard labor, or even jail time. And a pretty lady like you will be very... popular in the can." He paused dramatically before the word "popular", making the terrifying prospect seem all the more real.
She began to think maybe this would be a good time to take a more active role, and use her charms to get out of the ticket -- and the cuffs.
"This is usually where the pretty lady tries to convince the cop that maybe just this once he could let her off lightly," he said, as if reading her mind. "But don't get any ideas. I'm a hard nut to crack. I don't think you'd be willing to do what it would take to get out of this ticket."
Now that was a challenge and she was determined to rise to it -- exactly as he had intended.
"And what makes you think that, Sergeant...?" Her tone of voice rose as if to ask him to remind her his name.
"Slammer, ma'am. Dick Slammer."
She felt like laughing out loud, but that was probably what he wanted her to do, and she wasn't going to play along that easily, so with some difficulty she restrained herself.
